The finale of season one of PREACHER, titled "Call and Response," was one of the most out there hour and twenty minutes of television in a very long time. This first season, based upon the epic comic book from the 90's, has been a real hot and cold affair for many viewers, filled with awesome action scenes, great dialogue, genuine weirdness and some long stretches where the story just seemed to amble along under the hot Texas sun. For me, the scenes where we learned the back story of The Cowboy, aka The Saint of Killers, were the absolute best, a mixture of western and apocalyptic horror with a striking visual style that echoed John Ford and Sam Peckinpah.
And many fans of the comic book were thrown off by this season; liberties were taken so much so that the TV show doesn't get to where the comic kicked off until this final episode. The previous nine are all about setting up the characters of Jessie Custer, Tulip, Cassidy, the citizens of Annville, Texas, Genesis and the plot dynamics that will drive the series. This finale brings together most of the cast at that woebegone church for a face to face with God, where Jessie will compel him to answer his parishioner's questions, the results of which are devastating for almost all concerned. In other stand out scenes, we find out what Carlos did to earn the hatred of Tulip; Donnie Schenck and his wife become the most unexpected saviors; Odin Quincannon consoles his Meat Baby and the epic carnage and suicides before Annville is reduced to ashes. The season ends with our three protagonists hitting the road to find God-literally, with The Saint of Killers on their trail.
I agree with those who say this show is a better binge watch than a weekly series; it's pacing is uneven and the great fight scenes beg to be re-watched immediately. As a series, it is definitely an acquired taste, an AMC show with very little in common with THE WALKING DEAD or BREAKING BAD (except for one location), whose sensibilities may not be to everyone's liking. The picture it paints of small town Southerners is a Hollywood secularist's caricature, portraying them as a bunch of Bible thumping, hate filled cretins who lose all hope and destroy themselves when their faith is shattered.
The acting has been exceptional, but I'd like to single out Jackie Earle Haley who is letter perfect as the ultimately very sad Odin Quincannon, and Ian Colletti as Eugene/Arseface, who remains in Hell at the season's end.
The second season promises to be one epic road trip, as Jessie, Tulip and Cassidy go find God, either to rescue him or kick his ass, depending, as season one has set things up right. I'm so looking forward to seeing more of The Saint of Killers.
And yes, there are people who don't like The Big Lebowski.
And many fans of the comic book were thrown off by this season; liberties were taken so much so that the TV show doesn't get to where the comic kicked off until this final episode. The previous nine are all about setting up the characters of Jessie Custer, Tulip, Cassidy, the citizens of Annville, Texas, Genesis and the plot dynamics that will drive the series. This finale brings together most of the cast at that woebegone church for a face to face with God, where Jessie will compel him to answer his parishioner's questions, the results of which are devastating for almost all concerned. In other stand out scenes, we find out what Carlos did to earn the hatred of Tulip; Donnie Schenck and his wife become the most unexpected saviors; Odin Quincannon consoles his Meat Baby and the epic carnage and suicides before Annville is reduced to ashes. The season ends with our three protagonists hitting the road to find God-literally, with The Saint of Killers on their trail.
I agree with those who say this show is a better binge watch than a weekly series; it's pacing is uneven and the great fight scenes beg to be re-watched immediately. As a series, it is definitely an acquired taste, an AMC show with very little in common with THE WALKING DEAD or BREAKING BAD (except for one location), whose sensibilities may not be to everyone's liking. The picture it paints of small town Southerners is a Hollywood secularist's caricature, portraying them as a bunch of Bible thumping, hate filled cretins who lose all hope and destroy themselves when their faith is shattered.
The acting has been exceptional, but I'd like to single out Jackie Earle Haley who is letter perfect as the ultimately very sad Odin Quincannon, and Ian Colletti as Eugene/Arseface, who remains in Hell at the season's end.
The second season promises to be one epic road trip, as Jessie, Tulip and Cassidy go find God, either to rescue him or kick his ass, depending, as season one has set things up right. I'm so looking forward to seeing more of The Saint of Killers.
And yes, there are people who don't like The Big Lebowski.